Thursday, December 29, 2011

These are about 10 weeks late... but I wanted to share some of the pictures of us sharing with our families that we are having a little princess. We went to eat at a restaurant that has been my family's favorite since Terra and I were little. I bought pink onesies and put them in gift bags and had everyone open at the same time. Everyone had thought we were having a boy, so everyone was so shocked. It wasn't any big party, but it was such a special night for us.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

I fell a little bit behind with all of my belly pictures (with Christmas and all of that), but we have continued to document the growth of my belly (which means the growth of our little baby).

25 weeks:

26 weeks:

27 weeks:

This week was the shower at my parents' church, so this is me and Baby Girl in front of my parents' Christmas tree.

28 weeks:

For this Sunday, we were actually on the high school retreat and forgot to take the weekly picture... so this is me on a Tuesday morning before work... looking sleepy and kind of puffy. Ha.

29 weeks:

30 weeks:

I cannot begin to express how thankful I am every single day. I love feeling Baby move, and I love the aches that remind me that I'm carrying somebody around with me, and I love that every doctor's appointment has gone so great, and I love seeing Lance's face light up when he feels her move, and I love that I cry every time I try to pray for her by name. I'm humbled and grateful and blessed.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

For posterity's sake, I wanted to record some of the comments I've gotten lately:

An older lady at my office told me I looked really small for 6 months pregnant. I told her I appreciated hearing that I look small because I always feel huge. She replied with, "But your doctor seems to be okay with the size you are? He's not worried?"

This was quickly countered by...

A brand new attorney who is a couple of years younger than I am asked me how far along I was. I answered that I was about 6 months. She stared at my stomach and said, "Oh wow! You're that big and you still have THAT far to go?!"

Then today, another older lady at my office told me that the baby had dropped. I said no, I've just been carrying her pretty low--low enough that I still have a waistline because she's down so low. She just raised her eyebrows and shook her head and said, "I think that baby looks REALLY low," as if I should be concerned.

I was also told over Christmas by an extended family member that I needed to remember that I'm not REALLY eating for two since I'm pregnant... And then this same family member commented on our picture from Vegas (the one where I'm wearing a white shirt and a colorful scarf and standing out in front of some waterfalls and such), "I didn't know you were already wearing maternity clothes at that point." Umm... that's just my shirt. A normal shirt. A size XS shirt, actually.

And I was told by an individual from church that she never remembered being as big as I am right now. Awesome.

But lately, people at church have stuck with the, "You look great!" which I love. Why can't everyone just tell me how awesome I am and how jealous they are of my smokin' bod? Clearly that's the best choice!